Rico Mood

Throb, throb, throb. The pain in my leg forced me out of my sleep. I look down at it and saw a discoloured, purplish-blue patch. I lift my weak and trembling leg to put it on the floor. It reminded me of yesterday, in football when the defender kicked me in my left leg. I hop, to my bedroom door and yanked it open with a pout on my face. I wobbled and stomped down the stairs, frustrated that there was no hand rail to help me.

My mum greeted me. I glanced over to her at the sink, she was washing up the dinner plate that I left last night. I grumbled ‘morning’then grabbed a handful of crisps and scoffed it into my mouth. “Did you not seethe real breakfast on the table” my mum snapped. I furrowed my brows and continued to crunch loudly. I say nothing to my mum and trudged to the door.